She should just keep walking. She knows it. She shouldn't take the bait and turn around and tell him the multitude of ways that his best friend is also a genocidal monster. Because, you know, hypocrisy is great or something.

But oh, Rogue was still a teenager. A teenager who had just been let down by her guardian, legal or otherwise, and she wanted to hurt him.

"Nearly succeeded, too," she responded coolly, without turning around. "Kidnapped me, pretty much right under your nose."

Finally, the man was speaking some sort of sense. The muscles in her shoulders tense, she slowly turned around, keeping her eyes trained on Xavier.

"No. Just another reason why I don't trust anybody."

She could get along with people. But she didn't trust them. Not ever. The only person she could really trust, well, that was Logan.

"I'm pretty sure," she stated slowly, her green eyes trained on the Professor, "that you don't know how to help me in the future, either."

"Someone who loves their abilities, and doesn't hide it away in order to fit in better?" She gestures with a gloved hand towards his legs. "Or someone who doesn't have to hide it? Because they've got everything going for them?

"I was taught, at your school, that my powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Being a mutant wasn't. Though I had the entire world and personal experience saying otherwise. My abilities were just as much disabilities. But somehow, you got rid of your powers that you take so much pride in. You got rid of your abilities, your disabilities. Good for you." These were the sorts of things she would never have told him, before. But now, all of these latent feelings were coming out.

"So even now, if you could help me, I don't think I'd want help from a man who doesn't even know how hard it is anymore. Who's been able to take the easy way out his whole life. So yeah, I'd say it's hypocritical. You've got a long way to go before you become the man I look up to and respect." Her voice is cold and her eyes flash with anger, her accent rising with each word.

"I think this conversation is over."

"My friendship with Alex is no concern of yours, Professor," she says calmly. "I assure you, it's completely intact, though, since you're worried. I've already spoken with him about my powers and control. I appreciate the thought all the same, bless your heart."

That was Rogue for you. Her southern charm was not lost when she argued.

Straightening her shoulders, she gave a curt nod to the Professor. "You, too, Professor. I'm sure you'll need it." The sarcasm was evident, as she turned on her heel and resumed her exit of the bar.